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31.5.11

Yay for Hair!


Finally! I got my hair layered AND got my hair some highlights!!! Woowwwooott my first time!!! *cricket sounds from the hair dye community* I don't care if I only got to do this now, I'm freakin' psyched!!! *mental cartwheels* xD


At first, my hair looked like this:


Mak Limah from the super ridiculously famous local movie.


And then, after my new hair makeover last Sunday:


Rachael Weisz a.k.a. I can dream looking like her

But hey, I can relate the sexy feeling! xD



PS: Negativity gives me internal spasms. 


Current mode: Should be sleeping now

1.1.11

Farewell to a Great Year


It's a Friday night, time currently 9.53pm and the date is 31st December 2010. I just entered my 3rd year in uni, the 3rd week of the new semester is almost ending and assignments are waiting to be done by Monday. But I'm feeling a little nostalgic tonight and I just HAVE to type everything of this now, before I'm further immersed in uni work and busyness.

Year 2010 is definitely a highlight of my life as a student, and a person. There are so many ups to reminisce than the downs, with the guidance of God, who has never left my side. Even though sometimes I tend to forget Him and who I am, He never gave up on me.

And I will keep on fighting to remember and appreciate Him, always will and no matter how small.

God, please don't give up on me. Because I will never give up my fight, even with my tendency towards irresponsibility.

I will never give up.

So, what happened in this special year of my life? Let's break it up into 3 parts: Beginning, Middle and End of the Year. =D (yayy a segmented post! xP)


Beginning of the Year  (Jan -  Apr)

I just entered my 2nd year in uni, and have officially majored in Communications. I quickly bonded with two girls who I've known from the previous semester, and we made a pact to be in the same classes together (since I didn't know anybody else majoring with me, even from my own batch). They were seniors, but thankfully were just taking the same subjects with me. And without them, I cannot even imagine how would I ever survived.

The three of us clicked so quickly and we bonded so amazingly, it seemed like we've known each other for years. We plunged into the complicated subjects of statistics (yes, we Communication students MUST endure this in this uni) and association of the Holy Book with our major. Those nights of completing those painstaking stats assignments together. The times of ridiculously copy-pasting for a 50-page assignment (translations of the Holy Book, what else can you do but copy-paste?). The best moments were the group studies we did for these subjects. Those nights were filled with hilarious, nonsensical, wacky fun and frolics as we combat agonising formulas and theological facts in our own quirky ways. Thoes were the best group study I've ever had, period! Amazingly pure fun.

And the result? I got a grade lower than expected for a subject I targeted to do well in, got the expected average grade for that scriptural subject and my first blinking fat 'C+' ever for statistics, the subject of terror and doom (coz I did good for everything except for the final paper, which they thought it would be funny to make us targeted guinea pigs and receive a whole new reconstructed format. Nice, huh?).

But you know what? The results were insignificant compared to the journey I had throughout the semester. I gained two beautiful best friends. I think I triumphantly scored. \^0^/


Middle of the Year (May - Aug)

Short semester came and I was just taking one language subject. So, as you could read in this post of mine regarding said semester, nothing much really happened. Just random thingies here and there (like doing this something I shouldn't, but hey, I was bored. And when you are bored, you experiment things). Some of my besties were not within uni; one was not even in the country. Life then, was mundanely slow with occasional minor happenings.

June made a short stay, and I lived up my 22nd birthday with mediocre celebration. But I wasn't complaining; the love I received through various birthday wishes were enough to made my entire day, as noted in this post.

The new long semester finally dropped by and everything just started with a bang. First, I was crashing at the babe's room the whole time since the semester started as I wanted to move out of my old room (my roommates were annoyingly racket-makers). My bestie a.k.a. the babe, suggested my other bestie, the eccentric and I to form a production house and join a campus-based English theatre competition. Complete with an idea for the play, we all took that huge leap and started looking for talents and crew. The ensemble of people that came for the very first production meeting was amazing; we never thought we could get that many a people, but we did, thanks to my bestie's sister, the cream puff. Things went rolling from there.

Auditions were held for actors and dancers, though the script wasn't ready yet. We all saw a colourful bunch of talent, personalities and attitude; some interesting, some cute, some eye-brow-raising, some awkward-yet-acceptably-cool, some annoying as Hell. I got to know only then how judges for auditions feel like.

The scriptwriting part was a huge challenge as we had to do it within a scarce amount of time, as it must be submitted to the theatre committee for them to scrutinise of any inappropriate elements/part of the rules & reg. I moved back to my old room coz I was told it would take a while for me to move out, as expected. I remember ransacking my mind and my feelings as I typed the most intense scene of the play, and had eaten nothing but a curry puff and iced coffee for the whole day. Wow. When it was almost completed, we had another production meeting to announce the cast and crew. I can never forget that moment, when I came forth to the front of the class filled with anticipating people, as it was finally the revelation of what the theatre we were to work on was about. I felt like a lecturer having her first time teaching a packed class. Nervous-stricken, I explained the storyline scene by scene, and after I finished, I was greeted by an impressed crowd of applause. The session ended with finalising the cast and crew. It was all good. After a couple of days, scripts were given and work got vigorous.

I don't know where or how I got it, but it came so naturally. As the director of the play, I firstly got the actors to run through the script without acting it first (I later learned it's called dry-run), re-adjusted the script according to the actors' fitting, and later worked through the scenes. I had them to do warm-ups before every rehearsal, which I thank my experience of college for coz by then, it just came in handy. When it was time for full acting practices, at some point I just couldn't believe I was actually watching my script being acted out.

That two weeks of practice was the most intense period I've had EVER, physically and mentally. Classes during the day, theatre practice during the evenings and continued till midnight; most of the time, later. The only time that I did not think about the play was when I was dozing off. Every single day of the time, I would wake up and the first thought to mind was the theatre: which scene to rehearse, which actors to contact for the scenes, when to practice dancing and/or acting, the time appropriate for rehearsing if one or two actors couldn't make it. And it certainly did not help that my classes started at 8.30am from Mondays to Thursdays. I had to miss a couple coz I would be totally conked out from everything.

I truly, truly felt for my main actor as he had the most lines while juggling dance steps; one coordinated and two individual. My heart too, went for the other two supporting actors/dancers who trained with him all the way till midnight. The three of them were INCREDIBLE individuals. And of course, the babe, who was the producer and dance choreographer, was PHENOMENAL. It was amazing how she handled more subjects than me and taught the boys dancing as well. She too, conked out, but worse than I did. But she still got through it so strong.

The eccentric was also exceptional in training the actors to get into character, which was certainly laudable. The outcome of her work was totally whoa. And like, damn.

I suppose the process of this production brought out the true talent of the three of us.

When we finally got to rehearse in the actual place itself, I was unimpressed with the hall structure, I was worried about voice projection as the hall was too big, and the stage was small, while the backstage was bigger in size comparison. But it was a good thing as our play was the only play that has no props but two chairs. Hehe.

Full rehearsals were held days before the actual performance. This was also the time when the eccentric a.k.a. the stage manager, worked full blast to get the backstage crew in position for every scene. The first full rehearsal, with dances included, blew me away to smithereens. I thought my soul just burst out of me for a moment because it swelled with so much pride. I was utterly moved, close to tears. My only small regret was not recording that because it was THAT stunning. But I guessed that boosted their confidence too much, and things got a bit out of hand. I was too tired, and so I called in the experts--my parents.

At first I didn't want to, but I had to, coz at that point things were not taken too seriously, and performing day was less than 48 hours. So my parents came, along with some wardrobe from home, and they worked their magic. I think all of them didn't expect this was coming, and I was told by the babe that they were 'scared' of what's about to come. But my parents, as awesome as they are, offered constructive criticisms. I blew a relieved sigh; of course, I didn't expect them to be too harsh, yes, but it was because all in all, they saved the night. And I was nervous too, as this was the first time I invited my parents to witness and help with a uni project I was working on. But as always, they rocked, and gave me some pointers to tighten up the play. And I was happy that the main actors followed the suggestions given by both of them.

I self-noted something, when at this one time, after a full practice that I gave everyone a prep talk. I was expressing of what the theatre was really about and that how they should embrace it to make it more alive. The words just flowed out of me so smoothly, laced with the whole of my emotions I've poured into the play. This was rare whenever I talk in front of 20+ people. But, as I told the eccentric, I guess when you're passionate about something, you could just talk about it flawlessly, as though it's so natural of you.

Performance night. Tension was high and everyone felt the pressure, coz the performing hall was a full house. Even the babe's whole family came to watch. Make up was done, funnily though, as it included the boys. And as we waited for the first play to finished, we did the last warm-up, and the last prep talk. We stood in a huge circle, said our prayers, and battle-cried, "NEON!". We then entered the hall with only one thing in mind: to perform.

And how they performed. Sure, things got a bit messy here and there backstage, but we bloody rocked the stage. Everybody cheered, went crazy with the dances, whoa-ed during intense scenes, laughed at parts we thought were not funny (haha), and aah-ed when story finally came to place. I could never, ever forget that last part. As the play ended, I couldn't contained myself and I just cried. Those were tears of joy, success, contentment, and such pride and gratitude.

The whole cast and crew gathered again for the last time, and I gave my all in thanking each and every one of them from all corners of my heart. I said to them, "I've never had such an honour of working with people as amazing as you guys." I thank them individually by texting them, I thank them on Facebook, basically everywhere I could. Coz without their time, hard work and immerse dedication (because they were juniors complying to us seniors or just pure interest, it didn't matter), of course, this would never happened.

We won 2nd place for 'Best Play' and Best Female Actor. Not bad for our first try, eh? =)

On a side-note, I moved to a new dorm, and I now have a lovely roommate. Although it's situated further than my last dorm, the other two roommates smoke, while the other has a existing habit of a Chipsmore cookie, I still adore my room.


End of the Year (Sept - Dec)

 The hype of our theatre experience slowly died down, and none other than I, the babe and the eccentric felt it the worst. Suddenly life was back on a mundane track as typical students and things were going normal. But not just yet as we three found out, for we needed to do a project of expanding an online empire by having a product or service business for a new-media-associated subject. So, what else could we possibly do but to promote our very own production house? A campus-based at that, specialising in theatre, video and radio. The idea was to combine the works of the three of us as Electronic Media specialised students, from our first theatre to future video and radio projects. By then, we established our own logo and blog, accompanied with a Facebook page, a Twitter account and a Youtube page. Our works were noted, people we worked with were appreciated, and pictures and videos posted. It was as though we were preserving our greatest achievement, making our mark on the web.

Oh yeah, Ramadhan settled in for a while, and it was the first time the babe, the eccentric and I had fast-breaking together =) I went back to Perlis with Daddy for the first time in 9 years or so for Eid, and meeting with my many cousins whom I forgot/never knew, was all a nice experience.

While we were expanding our online empire (haha), I was working on assignments for scriptwriting subject as well, with the eccentric (yes, we had all classes together haha xP). First I had to record a book interview with a lecturer, then my scriptwriting lecturer gave us a random surprise by telling us that we had to do a live interview on radio with our chosen lecturer. Mind you, the super nice lecturer who agreed to do the interview twice, was none other than the director of the international student department. P.S.: I think he enjoyed being interviewed a lot as my other classmate got hold of him too. Anyways, I did it successfully, albeit it was all nerve-racking (he's a blinking Director of a department!). For the final assignment we were required to do a 3-panel interview, live, baby. I got hold of the babe, the bunny and the scruffy fish (nyaaaaaa xD) to be interviewed by yours truly on Malaysian theatre. They all rocked it so well; I was over-the-moon impressed with their answers. Amazing bunch of people. =)

Towards the end of the semester I got into the busy mode again, now only with the eccentric as we took the subject 'Video Production', and we had to shoot a video based on an inter-institutions-of-higher-learning video competition by a local road safety campaign, which was to be uploaded and voted online. It was a whole new challenge again as I first had the idea that we all agreed upon, and I had to develop the storyline and draw out the storyboard. This was one of the biggest challenges for me coz it was ages ago since I picked up a pencil to draw! I've neglected that part of me for such a long time, it was kinda sad.

We took in a few of the theatre cast and crew to help us out, and we shot everything within the video lab for two nights. I thank God so much for having the eccentric to be the technical director, floor manager and to handle the equipments, or not I could just collapse excellently by having to deal with everything. And again, it was a heartfelt for me whenever I watch an intense scene being acted out by a talent, as it was also incredible because after the birth of an idea in your mind, then drawn and written about it on paper, you then actually witness it in front of your eyes. I also finally realised that I'm an emotional scriptwriter and director. Apparently I handle emotions pretty intense.

We gave a small appreciation party to everyone involved with some pizza. And we all love pizza, don't we? xD

Editing, naturally, was a pain deep in the arse. The eccentric slept over in my house so we could work on Dad's iMac. Repetitions after repetitions of clips, seemingly endless search for that perfect soundtrack, the few milliseconds of re-edits; we painstakingly endured all these throughout the night and we only slept for an hour. After much technical difficulties, we submitted the subject requirement version of the video first, and tighten up the editing again during finals for it to be competition-ready. Finals were equally amazing as we had two weeks of gap between 5 papers. Thanks, uni admins.

The long semester ended with another bang as we finally uploaded our video online. People voted, and complimented; it was beautiful. But the most beautiful of all, was when all the hard work being done so passionately resulted to having my position back on the list! \^0^/ And I couldn't have done it at all if it weren't for awesome friends and work peers, the wonderful people I've had the privilege to know, which included the lecturers. It was an incredible feeling of being, just, accepted, as some of these lecturers were so supportive and understanding; it makes you want to work and give back the best you could after receiving so much from them. Awe-inspiring people that I was blessed with throughout this semester.

A truly remarkable journey.


Social-wise, I've rekindled old friendships and the meet-ups of these old friends made me realise the importance of being in contact, and the value of true friends. True friends never die, no matter how long time passes.

I've also befriended two new friends, the bunny and the cinnamon bun (xD). Two good guys with personalities and thinking much bigger than their ages. It's inspiring. And it seemed we were on the same wavelength coz we became fast friends. The five of us would hanged out and talked about everything till late of night, drinking cups of hot chocolate and laughing away. Had a visit to the bunny's house and ate multitudes of chocolate(!). We would go out to eat Burger King, and then after finals, had a quirky picnic and watched theatre at KLPAC (which was quite interesting, yet startlingly embarassing--for me, that is). I don't know if we could do the same again during this semester, when everyone is scurrying around with uni work and all. But I, now, like the eccentric, miss those hangouts.

They say friends come and go. Even friends whom have been with you for years. I honestly don't know what happened, but it seems like I've lost an old friend; I don't know, maybe. Maybe it's my fault, maybe it's her fault, maybe circumstances and the times were to blame, maybe we need some time off of each other, maybe things have changed, maybe both of us changed that it's not befitting between us anymore. But I still have to say this, even though this has been the longest that we haven't had any contact, I still think of you. Yet maybe separation could make us stronger in life.

I hope you are doing well nowadays.

Another new semester began and the burden of study as a 3rd year student is being felt in serious means. Most of the subjects taken are purely academics, and the biggest blunder and disappointment of all is having a practical subject conducted as an academic one. And I'm certainly not an academic, book-based, theory-driven person. The only salvation to this mental torture is practicum, which I'm to be deejay on the online campus radio twice a week. And of course, the lecturers who would always be there whenever we needed to complain about the unjust system. xD

Oh, and of recent I've been elected to be in the main board for Theatre Club, thanks to the babe. Haha. Well, at least I've joined something while in uni, right? =P

~

So, that pretty sums up my everything of 2010. I hate resolutions so I don't have any for this new year, but I'm expecting a head-splitting tribulation of article reviews and research papers that would come oh-so-handy when I apply for a job in, say, Leo Burnett.

Yet I guess, the wonderful past year will be of a huge boost for me to survive this new year. With God's guidance. In His will.

I'll be strong.

2010, I'm gonna miss you a heck lot. 2011, shall we?




Current time: 4:31am

9.12.10

It is All Worth it


I've made it on the list!

And it feels phenomenal.

Thank you, God.  =)




Current feeling: High xD

1.7.10

A Day of Celebration (For Two)

[Warning: Brace yourself for this super length of a post.]



Almost 6 days ago, I’ve turned 22. And I believe to have accepted it with glorious success as I’ve calmed myself, triumphantly evade a series of panic attacks, prevented from drowning into a pool of self-contemplations, and welcomed the twin numbers into my life with open arms nonchalantly. It was all smooth. But I couldn’t EVER have done all that without my absolutely amazing and wonderful friends (which I will later specially mention further ^_^). Now this, with a couple of small exceptions—in celebrating that magnificent day in which I was born beautifully 22 years ago. :’-) ♥

First, Exception 1: I wasn’t going out to celebrate with my friends.



Because at the time a few of my besties are scattered individually at Syria/Lebanon, Melaka/Dumai (Indonesia) and Pulau Pangkor, one is working, while a couple of others are at their home in different states respectively. T__T

At first I asked Chocopie on a birthday date to go and watch Toy Story 3 (which now I still haven’t seen) in OU and I already booked the tickets the night before, but I booked a tad bit too early (12.30pm. Yes, it’s early on my holiday watch xD) and I felt suddenly loathing the fact that I have to call a taxi on MY birthday. No freakin’ way. So I cancelled it out with Chocopie and got back to my princess sleep. If I couldn’t get a ride off anyone (or being offered to), I’m just fine being at home doing what I always do best, even on my day. Sloth-ing. ^_____^

Despite Crème Brûlée’s nudging birthday text message telling me to go out and not be a couch potato, I’m sorry honey, but I couldn’t help but to do just that. At least I did it with my mom, eh? It was nice lying together on the comfy sofa. And hey, that day was the first time during this semester break that I actually slept on the sofa! And be a true couch bum! Yeah, because of lack of sleep the night before, owl-ing as usual, I took a nap after some TV ogling. x)



Then it was evening. Mom told me Grandma bought me a chocolate cake(!) and we all (+ my sis) had to pick it up at her place in Amcorp Mall. We did, and I got a teddy bear from Grandma!!! Woowwoooott!!! xD It is golden brown and sooooooo soft!! Man, the very idea of getting a teddy bear at the age of 22 felt so ironically awesome, it just made the entire night so delightful... Hee hee. x3 Then we took Grandma to Grand Aunt’s house and had my birthday cake—and it was just ok. I had to be nice, of course. =b

Now, Exception 2: I was determined NOT to watch any TV channels featuring special tributes to the very first anniversary of Michael Jackson’s death day.



It was irking and depressing altogether. Therefore I avoided any form of contact involving those tributes throughout the whole day. Even after we all got back from cake-eating, my sis unwillingly went to bed and my mom and I watched some TV, the behind-the-scenes film ‘Michael Jackson’s This is it’ was shown on HBO and I told Momma straight off to change the channel.

Dun wan to watch!” I should be lauded for my sheer determination—if only it was for something sensible.

Then fate decided to be a smart-bum and there was nothing worthy of watching on all other channels. My mom switched back to HBO. “Michael Jackson laa.” I gave a tiny sigh, gave up, and told myself, “Okay, I’ve avoided this the whole day, might as well just get it on since it’s already past midnight.”

“Hm.”

And we watched. As we stared at the screen to MJ’s rehearsals for his ‘This is it’ concert, from selecting dancers to choreographing to refining tunes for his songs to cuing music to re-shooting old videos to wishing everyone, “God bless” to directing to mentoring to dancing to singing… I realised how remarkable this man was, how unbelievable that he is now gone and how daft I was not wanting to remember his departing day. Momma of course, had commented throughout the film:

“Look at how he dresses even for rehearsals… if it’s here all our stupid artists would just wear jeans and t-shirts, but just look at him! And who the Hell is he compared to those people?”

“His pitching (song notes, not singing) is perfect. He knows exactly what’s wrong.”

“This is what he is, when he’s on stage. In front of people he’s just so soft (as in demure), but on stage this is what makes him.”

…Mati dah dia nohh.” [loosely translated, LT: “…He really is dead, isn’t he...”]

“Look at him, he’s smiling; he’s really enjoying it—he really enjoys what he’s doing. How can they say he killed himself after doing all this—he really wants do this!”

The two last quotes were repeated several times as the film went along. And surprised myself when I answered to Momma’s “Dah takdak dah dia [my name] ooiii…” [LT: “[my name], he’s really gone forever.”]:

“Well, the world didn’t appreciate him enough when he was alive. Now when he’s dead, baru la nak terhegeh-hegeh [LT: all are clamouring] to remember him.”

And then it just hit me. Now that MJ is no longer with us, on every 25th of June people all over the world would be celebrating his ever-inspiring contributions to the world. The world would finally appreciate him more than ever, in ways that he -more than- rightfully deserves. On this date. And this date, I would be celebrating my life being brought into this world. Life and death. Beginning and end. Happiness and sadness. But it’s all in a good way. It’s all but a sweet reminisce of what had happened and a reminder of what is to become. By moving forward.

As of right now, I don’t give a bum if people mock me of MJ’s death on my birthday. Because for all I know, that only through his death people would specially dedicate the day to remember him, appreciate him and celebrate him of his life that he had. Even if it’s just ONE day.

And it is an honour to celebrate my birthday along with it.

Commemorating MJ would lead to the next thing that I want to commemorate: FRIENDS.



Without them I wouldn’t be the person I am today. My life would be lifeless. And I feel so blessed by having to meet these beautiful people who make my life equally beautiful and I’m truly honoured having to call them as my friends. ^_^

It was a little bit past midnight (which makes it my birthday already) and I was randomly checking out blogs. Then I saw Chocopie updated her blog, so I opened her page. And I was totally blown away. O__o She dedicated a post in favour of my birthday!!! With a tribute to MJ! And the best part was, she posted a video from ‘The Simpsons’ with a birthday song in it, for me! It was the most AWESOME gift I’ve ever received in a long time and I was not just over the moon, I was over the entire universe!! xD I mean, who would ever receive a blog post gift for their birthday?? I could die happy at that moment! And it totally made my whole day, which was why I couldn’t care less about spending my birthday at home. I already had the best present of the day. =^_^=

HERE is Chocopie’s gift post for me. And babe, no words could describe how happy and and thankful and grateful I am for it, and for that we are stuck as BFFs forever! I love you lots lots lots!!! *colossal hug* xD

I also received other beautiful birthday messages that could totally replace any form of tangible presents I could ever get! x3 here a few notable ones:


Crème Brûlée: “happy birthday sweetie pie! its anothr year dat u gota thank God 4 givin u d chance 2 live ur life 2 d fullest. N wen I mean 2 d fullest, u cnt b couch potato 2day, do sumthn! lol. love u miech n il b 4evr grateful 2 God 4 evr meetin such a wonderful person like u. hapy day!” 

Cyg Muahxx: “…Bdwy, hapy2 bee day!! Haha… May Allah bless ur life be4 and aftrwds. We’ll celebrate it nxt sem! Huhu.. Mkn tua lg la kwnku inih.. =}} love ya! ♥ ♥ ♥”

Olong (the first to wish me on Facebook xD): “Hey,u r 1 year older now,1 year smarter now,1 year bigger now,and now u r 1 year closer to all your wishes. Happy birthday darling...I luv u sooooo much!~~~~~~~~~~I wanna be d first 1 wlaupon brthdy ko 2mollow...ngeh3~~OLONG”

Highheels a.k.a Yana: miramiku... walawpon aku da wish smlm... tp secare officialnyer aku maw mengwish mu skali lg~ [my full name in caps!].... happy gorgeous day! may you become more gorgeous everyday! hahaha.... =D”

Dakcik: “Happy birthday babe ~~ Sorry kt cn tak dpt line nk sms.. ak dh sampai kt Dumai.. byk giler nk di story-mory nie.. well welcom to the age of 22~!!"

Strawbewwy a.k.a Iez: “miechaaaa! happy birthday!! may god bless u always n hav a BLAST!!! love u, love u lotssss!!”

Chocopie on FB xD: “Please tell me Im d last to wish you... hehehe... Hepi Burfday Gurl! xP *looks dead.. =)”

Hunnybun: happy belated b'day my lovely sweet awesome fun crazily loving BBBBFFFFFFFFFF, the one and only sugarplum!!!!!!!! muahxz!!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxo. i'll be arriving on the 29th!!!!!!! can't wait to see u!!! lots of stories to share!!!!”

Cream Puff: “sorrrry lambat! HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAY! [belated] may you continue to be awesome and may life get better and better for you! love yooou!”

Chocopie (again) xD: “i wasn't that last n final person to wish u? oh man! =D”

This is my longest wish received on FB, from the one and only Howie ^_^:
“[1st wall post] HAha in your FACE [Chocopie]! IM the last and most special one to wish her so there! Mik, there are so many silly reasons for nt being able to write u a birthday wish sooner and that is so that mine can be above all the other wishes and be the queen of all wishes. So anyway. MIK, ur great, awesome, ageing by the year and stuff and i cant thank u enough fr being my friend at all. I mean GOSH URE OLD!!! and so the almost four years that we have known each oter are simply golden AND UR OLLLDDDDDD! but still ur like a grannie--oooppss i mean mom---oooppsss i mean gal pal to us :))))

[2nd wall post] and the cntinuation to the previous wall post is this:- (apparently facebook have the nerva to say that i cant post a REALLY LONG wall post freaaks i shall say. :)) So yeah, i cant believe how OLD u r dude! So yea, my pride wouldnt let me admit that ur brithday wish is belated so yeah HAPPY BDAY BIITTCCCHHHH!! (It doesnt bother or freak me out that PARETS might be reading this so if U have a problem with it then SUCK MINE!!! HAHAHAHAZHA) So in conclusion to my skillfull and passionately inspiring BDAY speech (And proudly the longest ever on ur wall.), UR OLLLDDDDD!!! hahah peace woman . Love you”


With this much love, I can say I’m the luckiest girl in the world! Having surrounded by so many beautiful people with equally beautiful hearts, life just couldn't get any more AWESOME. ^__^



PS: I believe this is my longest post EVER. With colour fonts! Another additional reason to celebrate yayy! xD
PSS: My name, like the rest of my friends', are protected in respect of privacy. And of being mysterious, or so. xD







Current feeling: Loved ♥

3.6.10

Reaching Out to Gaza


It is rare for me to do this. Matters of war and the aftermath of it usually make me go silent about them, or better yet, ignored. I don’t want to know about them. I don’t want to hear about them. I don’t want to look at them.

The term ‘ignorant is bliss’ cannot be any more damn true.

It is profoundly sad, depressing, heart breaking and elicit hopelessness to its worst. It makes you angry. Frustrated. Disgusted.

That is why I evade them before they enter my thoughts, eyes and ears, because it makes me SICK to the deepest pits of my stomach.

I admit that I am ignorant of the history, the facts and the hidden truths. I DID make efforts before to educate myself, be it buying books and magazines, or attending mass gatherings. But all in vain when at the end of the day, I couldn’t take it any more. I had enough.

I took in some bits and pieces of information and I left the rest at that. They are now all jumbled up in my head, having no trail of connection from one to the other and they are clearly remote from making any sense. I didn’t care then. I wanted to run away from every little thing that has any form of relation to these matters.

Because it hurts.

But I cannot be that child anymore.

The last Israeli-Gaza war of 2009 was a hideous massacre. As devastating as it was, it was just a mass murder. Before you blatantly kill me yourself, let me further explain. The war was inevitable. It happened. Innocent civilians of fine men, women, children and elderly were mercilessly killed. Yet as I see it, it is better to be dead.

It is better for the fine men to expire than them seeing their wives, children and close friends being taken away from them or injured to the point of death, or die in front of their eyes, battered and drenched in their own blood.

It is better for the fine women to pass on away than to witness their husbands being blown to pieces or watch their sons and daughters without their limbs crying, screaming in agony, if not dead in their arms.

It is better for the fine children to be forever in slumber than to be terrified, traumatised from watching their parents’ humiliated and abused in torture, gunned with dozens of bullets through them or unexpectedly die while they tightly held their children in embrace by means of protection.

It is better for the fine elderly to exhale their last breaths than witnessing their families torn apart in mass killings, or having to feel sunken in sheer hopelessness and hating themselves for their limitations of old age to protect their children and grandchildren before they were harmed or shot dead.

Because life hurts.

I personally wouldn’t mind being dead myself, it’s just I’m afraid of my life luggage that is still haven’t fully packed yet for me to meet my Creator. But who am I to say this, when He could have booked me an early one-way ticket without the chance to finish packing.

And it hurts agonisingly when the Israelis attacked the Freedom Flotilla, the very source to nurture life back in Gaza. To violate the cause of aid to life is completely revolting, unforgivable and inhumane. It has sicken me so severely to the extent that my very heart throbs in turbulence enough to wrench me out of my ignorant bliss and vent this out on this blog, which is something I haven’t done before for such a current world situation. It has moved me to this. The feeling I experienced watching this news on TV and reading it in pamphlets is unfathomable. 

May the innocents be saved and protected. May those responsible be served equal damage to what they have done.

Amin.


The Free Gaza Movement website, here.


Current state: Nauseated 

30.5.10

Book Review: He’s Just Not That into You



Warning: Female-centric post below. Males, read at your own risk.



This book is more than a gem; it’s a freaking major psychological breakthrough in understanding our favourite species—MEN. Those of the opposite of said species who are single or in love should pick up this book within mere milliseconds the moment they read the title or make known of its existence. Those who read it should recommend it to their sisters, BFFs, female friends, female acquaintances, female colleagues and fellow enemies even, coz almost everyone has something related to the contents of the book—yes, even the bitches. If female singers and musicians read this much earlier in their lives, we wouldn’t have heart-wrenching break-up love songs conquering the airwaves and topping the hit charts, if not torturing our ears to tears.

Thus, there’s no reason whatsoever NOT to read and recommend HJNTIY because this book is the ultimate saviour from those foolish female thinking, that bum of a boyfriend and the bummer relationship one is drowning into. Do yourselves a favour; be saved and save other females like you.

I was a fool not to read this waaaay back then when my mom bought this book ages ago, and only having to start reading it during the last semester break hols after downloading the e-book version (free download okay =D). I wish I read this when I was pursuing my last crush who turned out to be a silent jerk. I wish I could chuck this book in front of my ex- close friend’s face when she’s now so in “love” that she gears her life into revolving around this guy who is simply a perverted butthole. He comes up with unbelievable loads of bullcrap attitude and she blindly brushes them aside, which enough to make you bawl in frustration. Oh, and add this icing to the cake—when we, her ex-BFFs mention the obvious, she says, “I know him; I understand him”.  With the famous, most intolerable not-even-a-friggin’-excuse MOTHER of excuses ever: “He’s not ready.” No, I refuse to say more.

According to HJNTIY, we females need not waste time on males who already give us hints that they are not ‘The One’. Hints are various as listed in the book; we only need to ring our realisation alarm bell, dump our current pathetic excuse of a male partner, wear our most comfortable-sexy lingerie and move on finding other potential, worthy males. This is because our biological clock is ticking away as time flies, and for the fact that the male species are ceasing in numbers (God help us with gays) and even lesser numbers of them who are decent. Our worries are enough—we don’t need to pile it up over pathetic excuses.

Men are simple and DTTP: direct-to-the-point. Their blacks and whites are clearer, with patches of greys here and there. They though, like to think of themselves as complicated and/or making themselves so [1]. Unless they are queer, we females should STOP making excuses for them being “complicated”, because they are not. WE are the complicated ones, and we should live up to the fact with grace and style. That’s why men rule the world, and we go shopping for Prada (ahem, a young woman can dream!) and later buy them a cute iPod cover or a guitar pick. If we were to rule the world, we would include inner wear and tampons as part of the aid convoys to war-torn or natural disaster-torn countries. That’s why one gender completes the other, because one is complicated and the other is not. Because opposites attract. Yin and yang. Balance. It is quite a refreshing afterthought.

So read this book you females shall.

E-book download link: HERE

Can’t wait to see the movie adaptation! xD




PS: I have nothing against gays/queers, I grew up surrounded by them on a normal basis (thanks to Mom xD) and still am. In fact, I adore them if they are a cute or a particularly hot couple. Most females like I am often see boy-on-boy action as hot. But when reality hits, it ain’t that hot anymore.  More and more males are/turning gay these days (Adam Lambert? I can’t take his screeching anymore) and we females don’t need that. What will be left of us then? 

[1] cited in HJNTIY by Greg Behrendt himself:

Men are not complicated, although we'd like you to think we are, as in “Things are really crazy right now. I've just got a ton of shit going on.” We are driven by sex, although we'd like to pretend otherwise: “What? No, I was totally listening.” And sadly (and most embarrassingly), we would rather lose an arm out a city bus window than tell you simply, “You're not the one.”







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